In Your Heart, They Only Die a Little at a Time

[shivedheart]

I try to skate by these two weeks because time seems to stop on October 21st and doesn't start back up again until after November 4th. On one flip of the coin, time is fleeting. How could six years have passed in nothing more than a blink of an eye? And then the coin lands precariously on its rim until it falls to the other side. These have

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[wear_your_rue]

*hugs*

[subluxate]

*hugs* You'll be with him, Kelly.

[minuet1965]

now I can appreciate that picture now that I've lost my dad.

one of my favorites was taken in the hospital. And another one would be from childhood.

do you ever feel like all you ever encounter is death? I sure do

[snapes_angel]

*hug* Memories are mostly what we have left, when someone we love dies. Intellectually, you know that there was nothing you could have done, that it was not your fault: but there is always this little voice inside of you, saying otherwise, despite what people consider as facts. It's our own feelnigs of inadequacy in the face of such overwhelming circumstances.

You are lucky to have such fond memories of your father. I don't remember mine. He died when I was very young, and I was hit by a car four months later and had quite a bit to relearn afterwards. Cherish your memories of your father, as you cherished him.

[deadangel_00]

My heart dropped while reading this while tears fell down my cheeks.

I'm sorry for your loss and your pain. I'm lighting a candle in memory of your father.

*comforting hugs*